Poem
From the magazine:Cherry
By Yi Li
I love cherries.
The fruit, juice, jam,
blossoms, prints on a summer
dress, in a black forest cake…
The fruit, juice, jam,
blossoms, prints on a summer
dress, in a black forest cake…
Category
Concrete or Pattern Poetry
A type of poetry where the visual arrangement of text and space forms a meaningful shape or image.
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- Poem
From the magazine:
Shí łeeshch’iih béénáshniih, I remember ash
By Danielle Shandiin Emersonłeeshch’iih
across shitáá’
on the inside
of shilátsíín
from the
beesh bii’ ko’í
in the corner
of the
hogan.
My… - Poem
From the magazine:Female Rain
By Doug Gonzalezonly I stood in the rain with wet skin. I could taste the dew though it had not yet found my lips. … - Poem
From the magazine:Plan Wheel
By Doug GonzalezCan You Hope Remember Remobilize Reorganize Revitalize Rewrite Relearn Repair Return Can You Know… - Poem
From the magazine:When My Beloved Proenza Schouler Tries to Sell Lei for $1,500
By Noelani PitersI
remember I exist
at the braiding of
consciousand con
sumer,Kanaka
and culpable,
desire anddesired… - PoemBy Russell AtkinsOh didn’t it """ """ """
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- PoemBy Stuart Cooke
Click the image above to access the JPG of this visual poem so you can zoom to read the text. A plain… - Poem
From the magazine:
[Untitled]
By Kate Aschethe sac
itself wasclear
and I cleaned itlike a window
and in the windowsaw my baby
our baby[birdlike
mouth opennasalarea still
oversizedlike a beak]eye’s aperture blue-black
head thrownbackand twisted beginning
to separateneck brok
en in the contractions’violencetwo arms
two legstailbone translucent... [whatcolor is
the baby?]silent heart [sac contains“chorionic cavity”]
with utmost tendernessI... - Glossary TermsA type of poetry where the visual arrangement of text and space forms a meaningful shape or image.
- Poem
From the magazine:
The Loophole of Retreat, or The Love Below, as Above
By Alison C. RollinsI
see you,
peeping Tom,
beside yourself with
rage at what I done did,
hands gone idle from deprivation.
I see you, Uncle, with your fingers at the
trapdoor, to place crumbs of a biscuit at my mouth
in the dark. Through a hole the size of a...